Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Creation

Creationby Jason Evans

Time clicked sideways. Like an itch. An insect whirring, but without fangs.

Never fangs.

The god of all things dreamed of delicious, fatal fangs.

But time clicked sideways like an itch. An itch. Or an insect whirring.

The god thought colors, and the universe lit and patterned with colors. It thought about crystals painted with endless dimensions, and the dimensions were. Then, the god bored of painting, and the dimensions that were, were not.

And the insect whirred.

And the god sat. Tired. Listening.

Listening.

liste n i n g

The god woke from a never-slept, and it felt the wind of wings. The whir had gone into the nothingness. No colors patterning. No crystals. No dance of dimensions.

The god gazed out, and edges hardened where edges had never been. Black and cold. Forms the god could not un-form.

A yawn sighed through the universe. A quiet drowsing toward sleep.

"This is my body," the god whispered.

The edges now knew a center, and from the center, the god bled. Red. The only color. Pooling in a glass of left-over crystals.

"This is my blood."

When the last drop rippled, and the glass of crystals fell, the body of the god hovered, hard and still.

The glass shattered.

A cosmic light.

Shards sprayed into the reaches of now-directions. Heat roared on the straightened wings of time.

Harmonies wove where the god sang alone, and the crystals sparked and slowed, igniting the first sea of stars.

Jason, this take on creation is breathtakingly beautiful. The language is stirring and emotive. I was particularly moved by the final sentenceHarmonies wove where the god sang alone, and the crystals sparked and slowed, igniting the first sea of stars.

You are truly most wonderful creator and all your creations fiction, poetry, photography or even the interactive posts always have that passion and fire that dwells in you. You truly love what you create and it shows in them.

I loved this creation too. I knew it... there was more to the big bang theory. :)

Its an honor to have known you in this lifetime. I sincerely hope that we meet, so I could thank you in person one day, for all the efforts you've put in to teach me to become a better writer and a better person over the past few months.

Aine too has helped much more in taking one of the toughest decisions with her comments. Much than she probably realizes.

Creation, but of course! I wrote it for you!! (LOL.) Thanks for the kind words.

Laughingwolf, the god ran out of dreams.

Janey, thank you! I can see you felt it. And I thank you for the applause. :)

Brown Phantom, I felt a kind of poetic release and relief in this view of creation. Destruction and birth together.

Rebecca, my brain is flattered. :) Thanks for pointing out the repetition. That was the essential element I used to give a sense of the unending and infinite in such a short piece.

Mona, I like that!! You're right. 158 stars are shining here.

Catvibe, rock on, sister! ;) Thanks. :) I'm honored to be the culmination of what you all created.

As the Mind Meanders, I do wonder about such things. For some reason, I feel something beautiful about our creation being god laying down. Unbecoming.

Aimee Laine, that's more than enough. :) Thank you!

Laurel, words that can't quite be categorized. I like that. :)

Aniket, thank you for the beautiful words. Its been a honor from this end too, I assure you. Having fire and passion reach across the globe and resonate with another person is a gift that's almost daunting in its hugeness. What we do here is one of the things that gives me hope for the world.

Precie, thank you for seeing that beauty. :)

B. Nagel, a liturgy for a new world...I loved that! Your comments have helped this vision come alive.

Meghan, don't make me blush, now. ;) I'm just so greatful to be able to share these thoughts and musings. I like how all writers something unique to give. The challenge is to hone it. I'm enjoying my journey.

Chumplet, I definitely fused the last supper into it. The words echoed in Communion.

Shadows, the differences that we all bring, and display, are the best thing about these contests from a writing perspective. All have the same tools and beginning point. We teach each other what's possible.

Dottie, your right. Our own, personal creation is buried there too.

Bebo, something about that photo really inspired me. There are so many wonderful stories here. I was happy to add mine. Like Mona said, 158 stars were born. And Jaye's is shining bright.

Chris, thanks, my friend. You're invited to open up a lawn chair, sip a drink out of the bottle, and just stargaze. :)

Would that I could....this is superb. After reading this wondrous, inventive, lyrical, powerfully visual and stunningly original piece I don't think I shall ever again attempt to write again! Just utterly brilliant. Seriously.

This really is brilliant, Jason. Not half as brilliant as entry #122, but I do give proper credit that yours is in the upper echelons of creativity and excellence. Well done! I'm glad you decided to play along with us.

Look, Jason, I'm 47, good with words, great at my profession, over-achiever in every sense (no false modesty here!). It's not often that I'm made to feel like I didn't quite measure up.

I've truly enjoyed most entries, been amazed by some and awed by a few. Your version both scared ("I'll never measure up to this!") and inspired ("I'm going to have to write much, much more if I'm ever going to get close to this!")me.

There's this crystal-perfect balance of vision, passion and craft in your story. Thanks for shattering my glass and showing me the cosmic light.

It's interesting that the universe was created only after the god ran out of dreams. Time was out of joint. (My jaw clicks a bit sideways like that, ever since I caught a soccer ball on the chin ten years ago.) My very favorite paragraph:

The god gazed out, and edges hardened where edges had never been. Black and cold. Forms the god could not un-form.

I think you've done a pretty good job here of describing infinity in 250 words or fewer. Tough to do. Most of us would need 500 words, minimum. (This reminded me, by the way, just a BIT of the Silmarillion, only at a length that actually is readable.)